The gym, Sunday afternoon

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Spending two days in black and white? Hasn't really made Aeryn blink twice. She didn't turn five, didn't end up with weird superpowers, could speak like a normal person, didn't have to clean up anyone's blood for any reason, and can remember everything that happened. So that means it hasn't been a bad weekend.

It also means she's in the gym as normal, stretching out a little as she waits for Peter.

[For peter__parker, but open.]

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Peter walked into the gym ready for whatever Aeryn threw at him. Unless it was a pie. He wouldn't be expecting a pie. "Hey, Aeryn. Ready to beat me up some more?"

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"I usually am," she greets him. "Just making sure you're not still hung over from Friday or anything first."

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"Wow, that would be a big hangover," Peter said. "No, I'm not much of a drinker. I don't like not being in control."

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"Glad to hear that. Just checking, because at this school, you never know." She bends and grabs her gloves, laying by the ones she brought out for Peter.

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Peter put on his gloves and nodded. "Good point. So, what's up for this week?"

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"Specifically working on kicking," she answers.

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"So today is both training for a fight and for the Rockettes," Peter said. "Radio City Music Hall here I come."

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Aeryn frowns at him. "The what?"

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"Go to New York sometime, catch a show," Peter said by way of explanation.

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Still frowning, she says, "I'll keep that in mind. I think. Ae you ready?"

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"I think I am," Peter said. "How do I kick correctly?"

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"Show me how you would normally," she says.

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Peter knew she meant "without jumping," so he ignored his instincts and stayed on the ground. He gave a quarter turn as he brought his right leg up, essentially giving a clubbing blow with his leg.

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Aeryn watches, nodding. "Works," she says. "Can sometimes be a little difficult to maneuver, though. Without turning at all, try and kick me."

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Limiting his movement was a challenge for Peter, so he had to concentrate. He delivered a forward kick that could have been a little prettier.

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Aeryn knocks his leg away, and says, "Good. There will be times that you'll be a little boxed in, so you've got to be used to adjusting your positioning. Try it again."

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Peter attempted a high kick to Aeryn's shoulder with his left leg. That kind of flexibility was one of the benefits of being him.

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Aeryn looks a little pleased at that, having to reach a little to knock it away. "Good one," she says. "Try it lower."

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"Sure thing," Peter said, kicking at her shins. She did say lower.

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She uses one leg to knock his away. "Try with your other leg," she advises.

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Peter switched legs and kicked at Aeryn's gut.

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She almost takes that one, just trying to compensate for the different side. "Okay, now I want you to do whatever comes naturally. Just... from the ground.

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"Would a mule kick count as 'from the ground?" Peter asked, going with a twisting kick from the left.

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"I have no idea what that is," she admits, moving to more easily block his kick.

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"That's where I spring off the ground with my hands and hit you with both feet," Peter explained, attempting another kick to her shoulder.